InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Save Two Lives With One Doctor ❯ Small Mistakes Lead To Bigger Ones ( Chapter 4 )

I swear that I own nothing. I quote my best friend that no one else can see: “Your twisted mind isn't playing with your life enough, so you have to toy with other's, even if they live in a 2D world on paper.” (PS: I'm not schizophrenic, but I have fun pretending I am!)

 

Small Mistakes Lead To Bigger Ones

 

Inuyasha stomped toward Kagome as if he were on a crusade order, slowing as he got closer, because for once, he realized just how much of an idiot he had been.

 

What am I doing? He asked himself.

 

You do owe her a thank you. The voice in his head countered.

 

Shut it. Inuyasha almost spat, out loud yet.

 

Well, you do.

 

What the hell does that have to do with asking her to dance? He barked mentally.

 

Too late. The voice said smugly.

 

Huh?

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

Inuyasha looked own to see Kagome looking him in the eye. In the time of his conversation with himself, he had crossed the floor, wedged his way through people, walked right up to Kagome, and tapped her on the shoulder.

 

“Uh…” Inuyasha stuttered.

 

I hate you. He told himself.

 

You'll thank me later. It returned.

 

“What is it?” Kagome asked, her deep brown eyes mesmerizing him until he couldn't even remember his own name. Off in the corner, Bankotsu slapped his hand over his eyes and dragged it down the length of his face. Inuyasha was an idiot.

 

“Well…” Inuyasha said again, and then just stuck his hand out, offering her a dance non-verbally.

 

Kagome had to fight herself pretty damn hard to not laugh at his embarrassed expression, and then to not blush when she realized how cute he looked embarrassed. She looked up to his face, her eyes catching in his deep topaz eyes. They were enchanting, there was no other word to describe the effect the color and depth had on her. She prayed to god that her face wasn't as visibly hot as she felt right then.

 

She nodded and took his hand, agreeing non-verbally.

 

Miroku squeezed through the crowd and placed his hand on the DJ's shoulder.

 

“How about a slow song?” he whispered.

 

“You crazy? This is a dance club, not some slut's swing-joint. People don't want slow songs.” The man scoffed.

 

“Do you know Bankotsu and Suikotsu?” Miroku asked innocently.

 

“Who doesn't?” the man asked, rolling his eyes. “Bankotsu and Inuyasha are the best bouncers on the entire west-coast, and Suikotsu right behind them. You'd have to be pretty damn stupid to work in a bar and not know them.”

 

“Well, Bankotsu would really like Inuyasha to get hooked up with this girl, and to do that, Inuyasha really needs the right mood.” Miroku hinted.

 

“So?” the man asked.

 

“Does he look happy?” Miroku pointed. The man's face went white when his eyes met the devils. His face regained a little bit of color as he realized that they were only Bankotsu's, but not that much color.

 

“A-alright.” The man nodded.

 

“Good.” Miroku patted him on the back and walked away as a slow song with a good beat started playing, perfect for a dance club.

 

Inuyasha looked up in confusion as a song he would never have expected to be played here in a thousand years started playing. His head whipped around and found the culprit. A low growl rolled off his tongue as he glared daggers at Miroku.

 

“I love this song.” Kagome sighed.

 

“What?” Inuyasha looked back down at her.

 

“This song is so pretty to begin with, and it's one of the few songs that I can really dance like I'm nothing to.” She smiled, her eyes closing.

 

“You dance?” Inuyasha spluttered. What is with her? How much more is she going to be like Kikyo?

 

“I love to dance. Actually, I quit my hospital job to take up a profession in dancing.” Kagome nodded.

 

“So you like this song, huh?” he asked.

 

“It's my favorite.” She nodded, her eyes closed.

 

This was mom's favorite song too. Inuyasha looked at Kagome. The similarities were starting to scare him, but Kagome was intriguing, and gorgeous too. One of the biggest differences he had noticed between this girl and Kikyo was there eyes. Sure, they had the same color eyes, but Kagome's held life, where as Kikyo's were cold and almost business-like.

 

Just like my old man and damn brother. He thought disgustedly.

 

About Forty Feet Away

 

Sango looked anxiously over the crowd of people in Kagome's direction.

 

“Sango, sit down and relax. Kagome will be fine, Inuyasha's all bite and no bark.” Miroku tugged on her hand, rolling his eyes at how unnecessarily protective Sango and Kagome were of each other.

 

He supposed it was understandable. Kagome had been there when Sango had lost her mother and father, and then when her little brother ran away from home because it was too painful for him; and Kagome had continued to be with her over the years as Kohaku hadn't come home, and as Sango had searched for him. So now Sango was here for Kagome.

 

“That's not it!” Sango breathed as she sat next to him. “It's so soon after her father's death, if she gets hurt in anyway…”

 

Miroku leaned over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close and covering her lips with his, silencing her instantly. She tried to squirm away at first, clearly shocked, but soon melted into the kiss and him.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, their tongues colliding and mixing with each other's. Sango pulled herself even closer, if that was possible, and squeezed her arms tighter around him. He returned the gesture by placing a hand on her back between her shoulder blades, toying with her golden-brown hair, which was loose and flowing down her back.

 

“Get a room `Roku!” a busboy yelled. Miroku stuck his middle finger in their direction, but he didn't wait long to put his hand back to Sango's shoulder blades.

 

About Forty Feet Back to Where We First Started

 

Inuyasha looked away quickly, his face bright red after witnessing the scene between his best friend and his bestfriend's girlfriend. He looked back at Kagome again. Mistake number one. As he looked back at the stunning girl, something flashed across his eyes.

 

She was head and shoulders shorter than him, so it was easy for his mind to play with that. Inuyasha's breath hitched at what his imagination played for him in front of his eyes. Kagome, beneath him on his bed, in his room at his father's house, she was---

 

STOP IT!! He almost yelled out loud. He was already more embarrassed about this then when he had been pinned against a wall by his brother in grade school. He hadn't lived that down for years, but if he didn't cool himself down now…

 

“Want a drink?” he asked quickly, praying that she didn't decline. Mistake number two.

 

“Sure.” She said, praying that he wouldn't see how embarrassed she was. Please don't let Sango see me! She'll read my face like an open newspaper under a magnifying glass, I'll never live it down if she sees me!

 

Inuyasha led Kagome to the bar and sat down in a seat, waving Jakotsu over.

 

“Jakotsu, can you get me a Bloody Demon?” Inuyasha asked, his face starting to cool down. Finally.

 

“And you?” Jakotsu asked, facing Kagome with an overly sweet smile on.

 

“Um, I'll have the---”

 

“I'll get her order.” Renkotsu said suddenly, pushing in front of his brother and facing Kagome. “What can I get you?” he asked, ignoring Jakotsu's “Damn,” in the background.

 

“Um…” Kagome skimmed the drink list with her fingertip again.

 

“Another Hot Camille?” Renkotsu joked, receiving a very confused look from Inuyasha.

 

“I'll try the Blue Mist.” Kagome smiled at him, setting the menu back on the counter. “And thanks for that Hot Camille, it did the trick wonderfully.”

 

“I noticed.” Renkotsu said through a chuckled, his eyes training on something beyond Kagome before he turned for the alcohol. Kagome turned confusedly and went redder than Inuyasha's t-shirt in 0.3 seconds flat.

 

Miroku and Sango were making out like there was no tomorrow, both sitting obnoxiously close for the setting. Kagome had a sudden urge to yell “Get a room!” across the floor, but decided against it. Sango would not take it lightly.

 

“You want something stronger?” Renkotsu laughed.

 

“Please.” Kagome nodded meekly.

 

“And you, honey?” Jakotsu asked Inuyasha seductively, leaning towards him just a little too close for Inuyasha's taste, so he leaned back as Jakotsu leaned in.

 

“Sure.” He said hesitantly. It's not like I'm driving, I can't afford a vehicle, so what the hell. Mistake number three.

 

“And maybe you'd like to spar later?” Jakotsu smiled, hinting something and leaning even closer to Inuyasha until Inuyasha almost fell off his chair. Kagome's eyebrow twitched at the scene.

 

“Nah, he'll be busy.” A man with black hair that was spiked back with green streaks in it walked up behind Jakotsu and smacked him on the back of the head. “Renkotsu, serve me up something, will you?” he asked.

 

“Serve yourself Suikotsu, I don't want you trying to put it on my tab.” Renkotsu muttered, eyeing his brother like he was trying to avoid making a deal with the devil.

 

“I'd never!” Suikotsu laughed, almost evilly, grabbing a glass off the counter for himself.

 

“Yeah you would.” Another muttered, walking up behind Suikotsu and grabbing a glass too, but he filled it with only water.

 

“See anything?” Inuyasha asked Bankotsu, spinning in his chair and looking at the crowd, his black ears twitching.

 

“There's a group over in the far corner, they've had a lot to drink and are getting restless.” Bankotsu answered, draining the glass and refilling it.

 

“Yeah, you all looked bored, so we gave them a little more alcohol than they asked for.” Jakotsu chuckled, speaking to the bouncers. Renkotsu smirked behind him.

 

“A little, huh?” Bankotsu repeated skeptically, eyeing the group. They were so drunk, they couldn't even walk in a straight line. One was even having trouble standing.

 

Kagome looked back at Inuyasha from over her glass. The drink was good. She hadn't expected that rough… Renkotsu, or whatever his name was to be able to make a drink this good and almost relaxing.

 

“Thanks.” She brandished the glass lightly at Renkotsu.

 

“Nothing to it.” He smirked.

 

“Hey, um, why didn't you want Jakotsu to make my drink?” she whispered from behind her glass, so Jakotsu wouldn't hear her.

 

“Jakotsu has jealousy issues.” He said simply, drying a glass with a cloth and placing it back on the shelf.

 

“Jealousy… issues?” she verified, not at all sure what he meant in the least. But Renkotsu only nodded and didn't press the subject further.

 

“Uh oh.” Bankotsu chuckled as one of the men from the group in the corner threw his bottle of beer at another, starting a small fight that soon led to a full out brawl of that entire half of the bottom floor of the club.

 

Inuyasha was out of his seat in seconds, followed my Suikotsu and Bankotsu milliseconds later when they jumped the bar.

 

“ 'Scuse us.” Bankotsu told her politely as they passed, probably in Inuyasha's place.

 

Kagome nodded as he left, but wasn't to concerned with listening to him. Inuyasha, using his half demon speed, had reached the brawl first and Kagome was mesmerized by his fighting skills. It was obvious that he loved to fight. Either that or he just liked beating people up, but Kagome could tell from the gleam in his eyes and the way his body moved to accommodate every blow he dodged.

 

“Heads.” Renkotsu said suddenly, leaping over the balcony and shoving her head down as a bottle of beer went whistling passed where her head had been moments ago. Her head would've been the thing it smashed against instead of the wall if he hadn't pushed her out of the way. Who cared if her neck felt like it been compressed so much that it would never spring back up again?

 

“Thank you.” She breathed, trying to snap her neck and collarbone back into place.

 

“Nothing to it.” He repeated through an excited smirk. “Come on Jakotsu.” He called over his shoulder.

 

“Yeah, yeah.” Jakotsu muttered, clearing the bar in one jump and landing by Renkotsu's side, holding a nightstick in his hand. He smiled in anticipation. “Let's go kick some drunk ass.”

 

Kagome ducked again as another beer bottle went flying by her.

 

“Kagome, let's go!” Sango yelled, coming out of nowhere through the crowd and grabbing her hand, dragging her through the people.

 

“Miroku!” she waved to him as he came into view by the door.

 

“Watch it!” he yelled, and dove for Sango, tackling her to the floor as she narrowly missed a concussion by a chair.

 

“Thanks.” She kissed him lightly on his cheek and pulled him up next to her.

 

Miroku flagged down a cab as soon as the reached the street and all three piled in the back.

 

“To, uh… where to?” Miroku asked Kagome and his girlfriend.

 

“I still want to dance a bit, so… Odoriba Studio please.” She told the driver. (Note: Odoriba means dance floor, or dance hall.)

 

“Well, I still have to work on some more homework, so the Ichiryuu dorms please.” (Note: Ichiryuu means top of class, or school of arts, for Sango's fighting and Kagome's dancing.)

 

“I'll go with the second lady.” Miroku said innocently, his arm snaking around Sango's side. Kagome had a sudden maternal instinct reaction to tell Sango not to do anything she'd regret, but she laughed it off.

 

“Odoriba's closer.” The driver told the three.

 

“That's fine.” Miroku nodded, pressing his lips to Sango's cheek and drawing a blush from her skin.

 

As the driver pulled up to the studio, Kagome opened the door before the car had pulled to a stop and jumped out.

 

“Have fun!” she yelled jokingly at Sango before closing the door and dashing into the studio. Sango tried to yell something back, something that Kagome was sure would not be nice, but she closed the door before Sango could get the words out of her mouth.

 

“Ah! Kagome!” Wakana called as Kagome skipped in. “I was just about to call you. Remember how I said we were interested in you learning sword dancing and fire dancing?”

 

“Yes!” Kagome said excitedly. A few days ago, Wakana had called to ask what sort of dancing she wanted to pursue, and then suggested sword dancing or fire dancing when Kagome said that she didn't know.

 

“Well, since you seemed to take to both ideas, you are in luck.” Wakana smiled at her. “We have a teacher here that does both and would love to teach you a style that blends the two.”

 

“Really?” Kagome pressed, so entranced that she was actually leaning toward Wakana.

 

“Yes, and do you remember that I told you that you would need a special leotard for that kind of dancing?” Wakana hinted.

 

“You finished it?” Kagome nearly shrieked.

 

“We did.” Wakana said in a singsong voice, reaching behind the front desk and pulling out a small box that she handed to Kagome. “It should fit. We used the measurements that you left us, so unless you lied about your waist size…” she joked.

 

Kagome laughed. “I didn't lie, so it should fit.”

 

She pulled open the flaps on the cardboard box and gasped. The leotard was a gorgeous midnight black that shimmered with gold in the right angle of the light. Kagome picked it up out of the box and held it up to see.

 

It was a V-neck, sleeveless leotard, and along side the fabric that shimmered with the color of the sun, topaz, ruby and orange sapphires was sewed into the fabric in the shape of a flame. It sat right above her hip and wrapped around her side so the outer edge of the flame could be seen on her back.

 

“There's another on the way, for the winter.” Wakana told her pointing to the leotard in Kagome's stunned hands. “It has three-quarter length sleeves and a short skirt on it. The sleeves and skirt are lined with orange sapphires.” (Note: yes, orange sapphires exist, look them up.)

 

Kagome reached into the box and pulled out a small bag.

 

“Oh, those are accessories that match the outfit.” Wakana told her.

 

Kagome pulled open the drawstring bag and tipped the contents onto the desktop. A small clip, an armband and an anklet tumbled onto the smooth surface. Kagome picked up the clip and turned it over in her fingers, inspecting it.

 

“What do you think?” Wakana asked.

 

“It's beautiful!” Kagome cried, although quietly because she didn't want to cause a scene. The clip was in the shape of a sword, made almost entirely out of rubies except for the diamond hilt. The armband was thin, the same color black as her leotard with a topaz gem in the shape of a spark embedded in it. She picked up the anklet next.

 

“Is it supposed to be this large?” Kagome asked, holding it against her ankle for sizing. It was at least three times her size, but was in an ovular shape so it stayed on, or so she assumed.

 

“Yes.” Wakana nodded. “Usually you have two on one ankle to create some jingling, but we thought because you have the armband, that one would be enough.”

 

“Probably.” Kagome agreed.

 

“Try it on!” Wakana encouraged. “I want to make sure it fits before they send us the winter ones.”

 

“ 'K!” Kagome yelled, grabbing the box of things and running into the bathroom.

 

She held the leotard up against her frame and admired herself in the mirror, having to admit, even to herself, that she did look very pretty. It went especially well with her black hair.

 

She stripped and pulled the cloth on, turning this way and that to see how she looked in it when it glowed gold. She was about to step out when she looked at her hair in the mirror again and grabbed the clip, slipping it into her hair. She picked up the armband next and slipped it up to almost her shoulder, noticing how well it caught the light for such a small gem. She slid on the anklet next, really surprised at how well it stayed on despite being, or seeming so large.

 

“You done?” Wakana tapped on the door with her knuckle. “I have to lock up soon, you can dance for twenty minutes if you come out now.”

 

“Coming!” Kagome said quickly, tripping her way out of the bathroom to get as much dancing time in as possible.

 

“Beautiful.” Wakana approved as Kagome finally got through the door. “Would you like me to teach you some sword dancing now?” she offered.

 

“Would you?” Kagome gasped. This hour could not have gotten any better.

 

“I would love to.” Wakana smiled, rooting around behind the desk again until she produced four wooden swords, built to resemble a sword so much that the weight was even the same. Kagome took two and tested the weight, tossing them between her hands with her gymnastics ribbon skills and twirling them in her fingers.

 

“Usually, you would use real swords.” Wakana explained, unlocking the door to the dance studio. Kagome loved the room so much that she often came here to do her homework or read, not only to dance. It was an incredible room, where toe shoes weren't allowed because everything was mirrored, from the floor, to the walls, to the doors, to the ceiling.

 

“But I don't want to lose my arm, so I'm using these for now.” Kagome finished with a laugh.

 

“Exactly.” Wakana nodded. “Now, the basics of sword dancing all boil down to two things as far as your soon-to-be teacher is concerned. Balance and Devotion. She thinks that you will become bored or disinterested with the dancing if you don't balance your life, meaning that you must spend equal time in the studio, as you do out. Devotion is another, she does not care for quitters that quit simply because the dance is too hard or boring to them.”

 

“Ok.” Kagome nodded, twirling both swords in her fingers. “That shouldn't be a problem, I've stuck with dancing for over ten years, and never once been tired of it.” Besides, it helped me when father… well, it helped and I got even more attached to the art then.

 

“That's a gymnastics move.” Wakana noted, watching her twirl the swords in and out of themselves so fast, it looked like she had four swords instead of two. “It should help you a lot if you already know how to handle a sword. Well, lets not waist any time, shall we begin?”

 

“Thank you so much for doing this.” Kagome thanked her while slipping into the same position that Wakana was in. One leg was bent at the knee so she was rather close to the ground while her other leg was extended so only the tip of her big toe touched the ground.

 

“Now,” Wakana instructed, “try this.” She held both swords facing one wall, with the tips pointed to the door, one arm arced above her head to form a C shape and the other pointed straight out. Kagome mimicked the move, shocked at how relaxing the move seemed.

 

“A lot of sword dance moves are taken from or based off of moves from Tai Chi, but others are from Judo or Kung Fu, creating a mixed balance of graceful and exhilarating arts.”

 

Kagome nodded, already in love with the steps and fell into the next position that Wakana showed her. They ended up spending three hours in the studio instead of twenty minutes.

 

Three Hours Later

 

“Thank you so much for spending all of that time with me.” Kagome said around a yawn.

 

“You have quite a talent for this type of dancing.” Wakana told her, locking up the studio and waving goodbye as she walked the opposite direction.

 

“Oh shoot.” Kagome murmured to herself. I left my notebook at The Dancer. I'll have to go back and get it. She huffed, stomping to the bus stop.

 

 

 

 

 

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